Monday, 2 September 2013

Spring Poem

Spring is a time of birth, new animals & new flowers.
Picking the bright flowers that have recently bloomed.
Radiant heat coming from the ball of fire above us.
"Ice cold drinks" advertised by the vendors carrying signs around.
Nature starts to shrivel because of the loss of rain.
Grandparents stock up the box of biscuits for when you arrive.

No comments:

Post a Comment